I had a dream where I was trying to remember the formula for surface area of a sphere but couldn't and then I tried to calculate it from integrals but then couldn't remember the integrating factors of spherical coordinates, I got very frustrated then I woke up. I realized I had a nerd nightmare and felt very strange about myself.

I've been having really insane, vivid dreams the past couple months. I used to be one of those people that very rarely remembered them (maybe 1-2 a year) but now even if I just take a nap I have these dreams that feel so real in the moment that sometimes I'm not sure if they were dreams or memories. Always conflict driven, but never physical. Just stressful social/family situations. Sometimes I'll move my tongue across my teeth and find a loose one. I'm meeting people for the first time that are weird approximations of people I sort of know in real life, but are much different in the dreams (physically/personality wise). I'm not totally sure where this is coming from, but I feel like it's partially existential panic since my life is in sort of a layover period right now, and partially from going from smoking tons of oui'd daily to maybe once every two weeks since I graduated. Shit's weird.

had a dream last night where I met hitler and gifted him a vegetarian cookbook with a pun in the title. something with the word "fry," I can't quite remember. it was supposed to be a way of getting him into cooking instead of dictatorship I think

Dreamt I went to the dentists office and one of the hygienists took me outside and we went on a date (before my appointment).. He toOK me to the old theater to see White Christmas, and at some point an animation flooded my vision that said "WHOOOOSH" in green 3D lettering with dollar signs scattered around.

Dreamt I was competing in a bake-off with other young hopefuls to enter a prestigious culinary school. The dish was an incredibly complex cake based on pork that had to be roasted in the oven until it melted into liquid then congealed. With 20 minutes left on the clock and my pork not even done yet, I was frantic to get everything together.

Then I realized it was a dream and felt probably the keenest sense of disappointment I had ever felt. I think I just waited out the rest of the time.

Dreamt I was watching a runway show where Raf Simons was modelling his latest pair of jeans. A disembodied voice told me they were 'Alright, but will never be as good as the Petite Standards he designed for Raf Simons 1995'

-walk into an exam for a class i haven't attended all year; i call my prof a square and do not care about failing -michel foucault is my best friend, i tell him that people in academia no longer like him, or only like his later works. he doesnt care. we snort cocaine-land a sick publishing internship, company dissolves day 1 because no one buys books -become addicted to neocitron cold and flu as it is the only thing that makes me fall asleep. SO becomes very concerned-become best friends with my graduate supervisor; she takes to me to spain and has a very welcoming family

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Dreamt I was listening to Misery Business by Paramore, but it grew into this massive guitar and drum groove. The closest thing I can compare it to is Kedem by Electric Masada, but droning on like krautrock. I remember another person in the dream was like 'I don't remember Misery Business going this hard' and I like.. scoffed at them because I knew how dope this song was. I was rocking the fuck out on the air drums trying to figure out what was a fill and what wasn't when I woke up.

I was in a sneaker shop that morphed into a pawn shop, so I curiously started browsing through the vintage crap looking for Gamecube games. The room was a small 15X15 with tall ceilings and wooden shelves loaded with knick knacks you would find in a thrift shop, but what was interesting was that there were 8 or 9 people shopping in this tiny room and we all were bullshitting and cracking jokes. When I saw a wallet sitting on the back shelf I thought ooo maybe there's some goodies in there, so I opened it up and found a durex condom, a coupon for a pretzel shop, and a small amount of cash maybe like $300. I quickly went through a dream-state panic trying to decide how to ethically buy the wallet but not pay for the money inside. I kinda fumbled around the shop like a bad thief and decided that i should put the money in my wallet and then buy the wallet. I went to the checkout and asked the shop owner if I could buy the wallet and keep what was inside, totally giving myself away from nervousness of suspicion. He was skeptical and asked to pat me down. My clothes morphed into a matching grey corduroy pants/jacket set (Great fit idea might I add) and he patted me down. When he got to my wallet he took it out and looked at the wallet I wanted to buy with a face of "why are you buying a wallet with a wallet?" Then he opened my wallet up and it was like STUFFED with cash, as if the $300 had turned into $2000. He just looked at me like "ok money man" and processed my order. I think I paid him $7 for the wallet, which was extremely overpriced, but for some reason he let me keep the credit cards that were still in it. Then I woke up

Dreamt I was watching a turn of the millennium south american sci-fi film. It revolved around an alien transmission that somehow caused ever greater numbers of people's identity to blend into each other, across time and space, so some guy from future Argentina would suddenly find he was a woman in Victorian England or whatever. The details weren't entirely clear, or particularly relevant.

The important bit is that this somehow led to a very 90s tv advert on an iceberg, and I realized the clothes in it looked uncannily similar to Craig Green ss19 (I don't actually know what this looks like but that's hardly the point). I then spent a while painstakingly going forward frame by frame taking screenshots in VLC so I could post them here, presumably in the "Designers and their influences" thread. Would have got loads of rep I reckon.

Buckle in for one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had that seemed congruous at the time:

- Started off late for a Spanish exam in high school (yep, still get those), my teacher was cool about it and let me pick it up 15 minutes late. This, meanwhile while there's somehow a bed in the classroom with a naked dude giving her Marvin Gaye stares. She whispers "I got lucky last night". No comments about why there is a bed in the classroom. - Next up we ended up on the Queequeg submarine from A Series of Unfortunate Events. We are looking for something (a codex?), but only find a hidden door in the floor. Down in that crawlspace we don't find it. We do find @silvaeri asleep under a bundle of clothes, having already found a map to the codex and waiting for us to arrive.- At the next stop on the map, Jerome and Esme Squalor show up. We hide, somewhere, but get caught by Bradley Cooper. - Inexplicably find myself back at school, with a huge party going on. We drink a lot then the baddies show up and we hot wire a car to get away? Somehow lost the Unfortunate Events kids and picked up some acquaintances I've met like twice. - Found my dog (I don't have a dog) on the sidewalk, I hop out of the car and they speed on. Meanwhile the idiot dog runs out into the middle of the road and cars stop to let him pass. Some lady grabs him and puts him in her car and tells me to hop in.- Lady has an insane amount of dogs in her house. She doesn't know who I am but the baddies show up for a dinner party. I furtively try to hide my face, along with discovering a person also hiding from them in the cellar when she shows the baddies "her cat". It's a woman in a badly made Halloween cat costume. No one but me notices this.- The two of us escape after I brutally smash Bradley Cooper's head into the corner of a coffee table and we make a dash for the door.- We hop on bikes - we can still make the end of the alleycat if we hurry. As we speed, bikes from side streets join in behind us for a massive fifty person race for the finish. I skid around a hill in the mud then drop my bike and sprint for the finish tent. I didn't write the name of one of the stops, but there's a lone signature with no stop next to it. I jot it in and hand it over to the organizer, placing first.